A week and two days ago, I sat outside in the court yard outside my apartment and had a coffee with two of my neighbours, Barb and Donna. Technically one is a former neighbour, Donna, but she comes around so often that it's difficult to tell she moved a few months ago. We talked about this and that, the garden, the other neighbours, babies, work.. ( Read more... )

It was a year ago today that I watched my best friend fall down the side of a cliff, her bag brushing past my finger tips as she fell.. so close.. and so close to certain death.. but fortunately for a ledge, a backpack and a hiking stick her fall managed to be broken in time and she landed on the last ledge before a 200m plummet ( Read more... )

When I am lost in that space, the hurt, there is a light... a beauty that calms the deepest swell and stirs the greatest fire. You are amazing to me, the glint in your eye inspires warmth throughout me and the kindness in your touch soothes. The curl of your lips evokes ache and temptation and the draw of your embrace magnetises ( Read more... )

I get angry at myself for feeling this way. It's a sense out of my control, and I don't handle things happening to me that are out of my control particularly well ( Read more... )

There are times where it feels so close and others where the distance couldn't be greater. It's times like this that I realise, I'm not okay. Tears form on the back of my eyelids and I manage to draw them in, holding them back. I don't understand this and until I do I don't want to be released to it ( Read more... )

It astounds me how cold my mother can be sometimes, so distant and ignorant of how the news she delivers could potentially impact on someone... I guess that's where I get it from. I'm sitting outside a friends house allowing myself a moment to process while my tears dry ( Read more... )

As I sat waiting at the traffic lights that seemed to take forever, I looked over to see who was waiting beside me and maybe give one of those 'could they take any longer?' looks. Instead I found myself smiling a silly smile and dreaming of a life perhaps lived. I don't know if you've ever played the 'whats happening in their life' game... It's ( Read more... )

There’s still a little bit of your ghost your witness ( Read more... )

Flowing through me the anxiety fills my stomach like metallic liquid, bubbling up like battery acid against the back of my tongue. When I awaken I spend a moment in relaxed bliss but as consciousness approaches me, so does the burning in my veins. I don’t know what caused such a feeling, though I could speculate, but I’m eager for it to pass ( Read more... )

~ Seems like all my life, I’ve been waiting for the day to come ( Read more... )